Page 36 of Claimed By the Damned

She shivered in his arms, her eyes fluttering. “Too busy for me?”

Nipping at the soft flesh of her throat, Zeke pressed his body flush against hers. She could feel his erection pushing against her belly button, which caused the now familiar ache between her legs to return.

“I have no excuse,” he muttered. His accent was thicker now due to his arousal, which only spiked her own. “Let me make it up to you.”

“And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

She knew what he was implying, but she wasn’t going to give in that easily. He made her wait all day to hear from him, made her worry with her mind going to the worst possible scenarios, and he didn’t even have a good reason why.

She felt him smirk against her skin as his grip tightened on her hair. “I’m going to fuck you. Sink so deep that you’ll be gasping my name.”

His words alone nearly made her moan aloud. She loved it when he talked dirty. Zeke was always such a gentleman until it came to sex. Then, he was just as freaky as Knox was, minus all the pain.

A smile spread across her lips. That was exactly what she needed after missing him. “So, are we going back to your place then?” she whispered breathlessly.

Zeke shook his head as he let go of her hair, claimed her mouth, and then began unbuttoning her jeans. “No. Right here.”

Her hand flew to his wrist, stopping him from shoving her jeans down her legs. “Zeke, the windows,” she reminded him. “People can see.”

While her words said one thing, her body was totally into it. The prospect of getting caught, of being seen, was strangely a turn-on for her even though she didn’t think it would be. It was dark outside, but the lights in her shop illuminated everything. Anyone walking or driving by could see them clear as day, including her father or anyone else in her pack.

“Fuck,” Zeke cursed softly before taking her hand and dragging her back toward the shelves.

Once they were hidden from view, having stepped behind one of the larger shelves, his mouth found hers once more, the kiss desperate as if the entire day apart was too much for him. He shoved her pants down, and she kicked them off the rest of the way while he tugged his own jeans down his thighs. Then, he spun her around roughly and positioned himself.

Amara grabbed onto the shelf as he thrust into her in one smooth motion. They both groaned as her walls pulsated around the sudden intrusion and the delicious stretch. And then, he was moving, grabbing her hips so tightly that it was almost painful. She gasped at how deep he was slamming into her, just as he promised. Without breaking rhythm, his hand snaked under her shirt and up to her bra before his fingers dipped beneath the material and rolled her nipple, making her shudder.

It was hard, fast, and rough, exactly what she had needed it to be, and it was clear he had needed it too. It was torture for a shifter to be away from their mate for too long, and it was clear they were both feeling the distance of the day. His fingers were bruising, and she didn’t bother stifling her moans since they were alone in the shop. He nipped at her neck with his sharp teeth, and she reached around to run her fingers through his hair, tugging on it. She wanted him as close as he could possibly get.

A rumble of pleasure worked its way out of his chest, the deep sound fueling her oncoming orgasm. Her nails dug into the wood of the shelf, and her legs started to tremble. A couple of books tumbled off and onto the floor as her moans began to get louder and more frequent. That seemed to fuel Zeke as well, and his thrusts became harder and more frantic, both of them searching for the release they so desperately needed.

She was close. So close that, when Zeke groaned in her ear, the sound alone was enough to send her flying over the edge. She screamed his name as she came, her legs nearly giving out on her. Her pussy clenched around him and it wasn’t long before he followed her over that edge. He cursed loudly and slammed into her a few more times before finally stilling behind her.

Zeke brought her back up to his chest and nibbled on her shoulder until she turned and kissed him hard. Slowly, he pulled out of her, hiked his jeans up over his hips, and buttoned them before heading to the bathroom. He returned a few moments later with some paper towels and cleaned her up before helping her back into her jeans. She couldn’t stop smiling the entire time.

“That’s not how I thought my night was going to end,” she told him once they were both dressed and Zeke had disposed of the paper towels.

He smirked at her and pushed a strand of her now-messy hair back behind her ear. “That’s exactly how I thought my night would end. And it’s not over yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“Close up the shop, Princesa.” His smile grew with his demand.

“Why?” she asked curiously.

“Because we are going back to my place, taking a shower, and then I am hoping you say yes when I ask you to stay the night with me.”

“Okay,” she said without any hesitation, beaming at him. It wasn’t smart, not with her father not knowing about the guys yet, but she didn’t care. The look on his face, the hope in his eyes, were more than she could bear. She didn’t want to be the reason that hope disappeared. “As long as I can borrow a shirt to sleep in.”

He kissed her forehead, his shoulders relaxing with relief. “I have a few.”

It only took her a few minutes to finish closing up the shop, grab her purse, and lock the front door. Once that was done, Zeke took her hand and led her out the back door.

She guessed Knox and Drake were down at the bar because neither one of them was in the apartment when they arrived. Neither one of them mentioned it as Zeke took her down the hall and into his room.

As soon as they reached Zeke’s bathroom, he helped her strip off her clothing before he turned on the water. Once the water was at a comfortable temperature, Zeke pulled off his own clothes and then guided her inside the large, walk-in shower with waterfall faucets that felt like heaven.

Naturally, he only had men's soap, but she wasn’t about to complain. As Zeke showered, the scent of his soap permeated the air around her, making her smile once more. She could get used to this. She really could.

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